| Feeling like the realest one out here
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| Yea I’m feeling valuable
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| Yo you can try but I swear I’m infallible
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| Detroit boy but I’m chilling out in Malibu
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| They put me in this jungle I’m an animal
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| Rah rah
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| You can fucking try me but probably
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| I’ll body everything around me
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| And proudly hold my head up
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| While they doubt me
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| See since a teen I had dreams
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| To cover the magazines
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| Reload the magazine
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| Cause I’m blasting
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| They ain’t give it to me
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| Now I snatch it
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| Taking whats ours
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| Take them out the game
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| Game game game game game
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| If they ain’t playing ball
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| Balls in my court
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| Never falling short
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| Never I abort
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| I just execute
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| Smooth
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| How I move
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| Nah ain’t nobody
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| That can change my mood
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| I stay cool calm collected
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| And I hit them mother fuckers
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| When they least expect it
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| Yo
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes
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| Been at it for years
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| But they swear they ain’t see me though
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| Til I leave an Impact like a fucking meteor
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| Mediocre the most of y’all
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| Need to refocus
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| Y’all mother fuckers like a plague
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| Swarm a locust
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| No need to debate
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| Who the dopest
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| Y’all can have the fame
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| Give me fortune
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| Everyone killing for a portion
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| Tryna turn my Impala into a Porche and
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| Cop a crib by the ocean
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| Thats the plan
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| And I know you understand that
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| Keep it moving never stagnant
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| Trying to put my people on the map
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| Sit back watch the haters snap
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| Run it back
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| Run it back run it back
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| Running laps running laps round these tracks
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| No I’ll never fold always do this shit to the maximum
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| All in til its platinum
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes
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| I ain’t playing by the rules
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| I said it I’ma get it
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| I refuse to lose
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| Loose canon
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| Set my fuse off
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| I’m bruce banner
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| With rude manners
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| The new standard
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| I’m solo friends no more
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| Just bystanders
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| Watch as I soar mother fucker
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| See you sore mother fucker
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| Swear you don’t want to see me grow
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| Mother fucker
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| You out here chilling with my enemies
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| Tryna ask me for the recipe
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| Its time to cut the cord mother fucker
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| Feel like I’m the only one thats all in
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| So when I win its all him its all me
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| When its all fin only Tony on my team
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| When its Rolly on my wrist ain’t no homie
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| On the scene like a goalie block a bitch
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| Get the money reign supreme
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| It ain’t always what it seem
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| Its hard work live the dream
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes
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| All in
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| Yea I’m all in
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| I’m playing this hand til I’m ballin
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| Til my money stacked tall
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| Never folding
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| Til I’m sitting in the sky counting fortunes |